Chapter Twenty two- Arrow and bows
Damia’s POV *************
" Focus on your target. Let your mind be on your target. See through the eyes of your arrow and aim at your target. "
His voice cut through the silence like a drawn blade. Steady. Cold. Demanding.
I narrowed my eyes, exhaled slowly, and lifted the bow again. I could feel my fingers trembling just slightly around the grip but I tried my possible best to hide it from Lucian. My knuckle already pale from the pressure.
Maybe if I focused more, I would be able to do this. I drew in a deep breath and focused; my gaze fixed on the center of the wooden post, on the red mark he had painted there for training. Everything else faded: the wind, the weight of her soaked tunic, even his gaze boring into her back.
And then I released
